I wanna dig myself into something undiscovered: plant myself into its novelty.
it was the summer of 7th grade going to 8th
a nigga was stressed and depressed
walking home like
“how the fuck did i manage to do this to myself”
on the brink of tears everyday scared to tell my mom
luckily they had this program
“read away your fees” or some shit like that
every half an hour you sat in the library and read it took 2 dollars off
my mother aint see me for about a month and a half.
How do I figure out what I want to do with my life? More importantly, how do I get it? Maybe a-not-so-random thought.
I thought I’d live forever; now my mortality floods me.
Concrete torn rose
Budding in defiance
Tearing itself apart
Velvet leaves float downwards
Or go spiraling airborne
Wherever it wants
إن شاء الله
Everything is going to be alright
From the Collection: Photos of Water
Originally found on: feverland
Nobody asked you for forever. I was content with just “til the wheels inevitably fall off”.
Thats realistic, not scary, because I dont fear goodbyes.
And I know theres nothing wrong with going thru different phases of your life alone and/or with different people who match your station at the…
I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.
|—||Hermann Hesse (via weaverofstars)|
I AM DONE.
|—||Yasmin Mogahed (via nargessi)|
Charlie by Matthew Zink Summer 2013 Campaign